Pellaeon glances up from his boots at the sound of his name to see Thrawn sitting back on the hotel room's bed, staring upwards with a befuddled expression. He stops trying to pull off his boot and sits up, giving the man his full attention.
"Why is there a mirror on the ceiling over our bed?"
Pellaeon arches his eyebrows in response and looks up to see, lo and behold, a mirror. How did they miss that when they entered? It seems pretty obvious now that they're both looking at it. "I would think that the answer is fairly obvious."
He keeps his voice level as he speaks, but he can feel his face turning red despite himself. It gets worse when Thrawn's confused look turns to him and he thinks that he's going to have to explain it to him. But the look clears up as it dawns on him and Pellaeon breaths out a sign of relief.
"That seems like a safety hazard."
"Hotels didn't have that sort of thing where you're from I take it?"
Thrawn scoffs as he turns his face back up towards the mirror with a frown. "Absolutely not. What if it falls on you while you're asleep?"
"It's bolted to the ceiling, Thrawn. How would it fall?"
"What if it falls while you are not sleeping then? What if the headboard hits the wall a little too hard?"
"That—" Pellaeon sighs and shakes his head. "I don't think anything someone could do while not sleeping could make a bolted mirror fall down." He turns back and yanks off his boot but stops before starting on the other. "And that wasn't meant as a challenge!"
"I should think not. I for one don't want a sheet of glass falling on my head."
"Oh my stars, Thrawn stop being dramatic."